After feeling the breath of death from the top of my head, the Yamata Orochi who had just shouted to promote himself to the world, and was also ready to shrink himself into the lava as a retracted turtle.

But unlike Zhang Laodao, who is generally easy to move, any head can match the container. Before he could sink his body, the ten immortal-killing thunders had already hit it.

Even though the Yamata Orochi, who has the bloodline of Xiangliu, has a thick skin and a thick flesh that ordinary people can't imagine, in front of the immortal thunder who dares to boast that they can cut off the immortal god, its proud scale defense is a brother.

As soon as the thunder pillar that killed the immortal thunder touched the scales of the Yamata Orochi, the scales of the Yamata Orochi, which were invulnerable to the sword and gun, was penetrated by the thunder pillar.

Under the scales, the bright red flesh and dark red poisonous blood on the Yamata Orochi's body were even more vulnerable.

In an instant, these two things became coke and even gasified.

The originally hideous and ugly heads of the Yamata Orochi, whose heads were originally ferocious and ugly, were penetrated by the thunder of the Immortal Killing Thunder, and bombarded until nothing left. Two of the heads were only half of them struck by the Immortal Killing Thunder.

Although the remaining three heads were protected by the first five heads, they survived.

With his incomplete body, Yamata Orochi was depressed.

Its combat instinct inherited from the blood of Xiangliu is useless?

The eight attributes corresponding to its eight heads have not yet shined with their own brilliance?

Between dragging his body out of the seal and fighting with Wang Yu, and finding a way to sneak away.
Chapter completed!